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- SOUNDS OF AN AFRICAN NIGHT
- by J. Porter
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- Sitting alone on my veranda
- I hear the sounds of
an African night,
- Peaceful but never silent.
- The incessant hiss of the
Tilley lamp,
- The regular plop of a
scorched moth,
- The gentle tinkle of ice in
my whisky glass,
- Rhythmic drumming from the
village,
- Raucous croaking from the
frogs.
- The crackle of static from
the radio,
- Ruining reception.
- Distant rumbling of thunder,
- The increasing rustle of
disturbed leaves,
- Heralding a storm.
- The threatening buzz of a
mosquito,
- It stops. It has landed.
- The slap of palm on leg.
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- November 2001